But this morning, I was presented with a beautiful spectacle. Maybe it was the warm sunshine after 24 hours of snow. All birds were invited to play. They perched on the tree situated right outside of my window, chipping and pecking the branch. How rare looking they were. The tiny one had a khaki coat of feather with a orange feather tip at the crown. That yellow one wore a black stripe all over its body. The biggest one has to be the black bird with white belly, preening itself with its big red beak. It was ten times bigger than the others and loved hanging out on the taller tree.
Why didn’t I notice them before? Such beauty! I got to take a photo of them. They seemed jealous of their looks, reluctant to share with anyone. The instant I pointed my camera on them, they flew off immediately. Someone said that if you want to take a good photo, patience is an absolute prerequisite. Why can’t they suggest something else instead? Anyway I remained motionless, holding my camera tightly . I did not even breathe! See how professional I am! Still, there was not a single bird in sight.
The moment I put my camera down and throw myself into the comfortable couch, the birds whooshed right back to their previous position to make a little victory dance. Bravo, you just keep mocking on me. Relentlessly I reached for my camera again. Come on, just stay still for one photo, then you can do whatever you wish. “not so easy” they seemed to say, as they flutter away.
So these are the best shots that I got. Obviously, my career as a photographer is out of the question.
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